I'M MY STEP FATHER'S POSSESSION

CHAPTER TWO

Commandment one of the Mafia – Don’t go to pubs and clubs

MASON’S POV

I stood by the large window, watching the city lights shine in the dark night of New York City. My hands were tuck in my dark ash suit pants pocket. I heard the sound of the door open and then close but didn’t flinch.

“Mister Anchester, I brought the documents and your grandfather is here.” A man said, the voice was recognised to belong to my butler, Raymond.

“Mm, leave us.” I replied. Only he knew what I meant, I want some privacy but also heavy protection.

At the sound of the door clicking to the lock, I turned to the side to face him, but not fully. The dark wine room didn’t show the face of the old man vividly but the lights shining through the window and candle lights at the ends of the room outlined his wrinkled cheeks.

“The documents are ready. Everything has been arranged as planned. Once we find the exact license from the other party, this will go as reciprocated.”

I sighed to this. I don’t know why I need to get a heir. I don’t even want to get married.

“Godfather, does this much get it off me?” I asked.

“Yes. The Mafia will bother you no more.”

“I retired long ago.”

“Granting my niceness, you should be happy.” He said and moved forward, the sole of his shoe knocked on the floor with each step, along with his walking stick. He didn’t come too close.

I close my eyes to his words and sighed.

“I love you my grandson, and I have taken you in and treated you as my son since your father left. It was my fault for being nonchalant and let them die, but do give your old man a grandchild before he dies. What happens to the company? We always do things like every second is our last. I don’t want you lonely my son.” He said to me.

Same old crappy s**t. I don’t mind giving you a grandson nor doing as you please, besides, it’s the least I can do to repay your love.

I took a cigarette packet from the pocket of my suit on the desk of my library and brought a cigarette out and lit.

I brought it out of my mouth with an exhale of smoke and turned to face him fully but acted like he wasn’t there.

“I’ll give you a child alright granddad. I love you that much, but this time, get the business with the Mafia off my neck. I’m not inheriting it.”

From the flap of his cheek to the side, I assumed he grinned. I love my grandpa, he’s the only family that I have and he loves me too. I’d love a little play with guns, but not tonight after the knowledge of the license arrangement.

My hands stretched to the side to get my suit jacket off the well furnished wooden desk and I took a step forward placing it between my upper elbow.

“What are you doing?” he asked me but I couldn’t see his facial expression, nor did his voice reveal much.

“It’s the last night I have being single, I can’t f**k many bitches anymore. Might as well have some fun.” I said with a grin and took a last inhale then dried the burn at the other end of the cigarette on a metal tray specifically for it on my table. He didn’t object and I walked out.

My eyes darted outside the window from the backseat of my limousine. My driver, yet skilled in martial arts and others, decided to accompany me as per my grandfather’s orders. I’d have gone with three as usual but he insisted on a lot, two cars followed me, one from behind and the other in front. I didn’t mind much since they’re good looking and can pass off as guests.

My own club, best in the city was where I was headed. Been a while I had hoes gawking round me and kissing my feet. The car parked and the door went open by one of the men. I didn’t see his face nor bothered to. We shouldn’t know one another, I’d have killed him if I was same as before.

I headed to the club from the car park. The men were following me but at a distance, safe enough to aid in danger but far enough not to raise a suspicion. My black shirt was unbuttoned to the second button. With one more step, I was in.

Hip-hop music blared in my ears. I led my way to my usual spot in the VIPs. The cushion gave a loud thud due to my dropping weight on it. For some reason, the need for more air conditioning to fan my skin got to me and I took the third button down. Turning my head to the side and tipping the waiter – my driver, he went to get my usual alcohol as ladies swarm round me. A familiar smirk appeared on my face at the sight of their skin in their over revealing flashy outfits. They sat on the empty spaces at both my sides, roaming their hands on my body with pressing boobs to my chest. All dived to me at once irrespective of the distance. One stood from the furthest end and flashed her bare legs before making her way to sit on my thighs. I made a swift movement with my hands just below her ass before she sat. A suppressed gasp eloped her mouth at the feel of the tip of my gun on her c******s. The wetness of my thumb made me realise - she wasn’t putting on any underwear.

I raised my face to hers till the tip of my nose touched her cheek and whispered to her face, “Know your place Sylvie, it’s not meant for my thighs.”

She gave a throaty laugh then jerked at the sound. One she obviously has been familiar to. The clacking of my gun as I set it to fire.

“It’s silent, one word and you’ll have a bullet diving in your core.” I whispered returning the favour with a smirk.

Her lips moved to a side as she ticked a finger up my shirt from my stomach till it fell to my exposed chest and dug her nails in, that pricked. I stared at her glossy lips then the glitter on her cheeks, her face ever so godly. Her tongue curled up out of her lips and back in. She stood and left with a giggle.

What a fancy way to escape for fear of your life. I love her confidence though, one reason I got her stuck to me for years.

A waiter walked to my table and filled it with my favourite vodka along with other Italian alcohol. He brought seven glasses and filled the others with same alcohol but mine with vodka. I brought a cigarette out and lit.

Breathe in.

Slowly breathe out.

In. I breath out through my nose.

“I’m sorry sir, but smoking isn’t allowed here.” The waiter said to me but I ignored. I’m not really a smoker, but today was one of those days. Noticing my unattempted halt he repeated his statement, firmly but nicely. The customer care here is splendid, I’m impressed of my investment even though I’m breaking the rules. I was tempted to do something crazy but dried the other end and threw the pack of cigarette to him. He caught it at first swing before taking his leave.

These females weren’t doing anything to impress me. I got bored after the first few seconds since the waiter left. All their cupping, kissing, touching, pressing of body parts on me and feeding me vodka to get drunk was sending dryness down my c**k. I want a new toy, these loose holes can’t satisfy me anymore.

My gaze diverted from them to no one in particular, just not-so-empty space, supporting my elbow on the shoulder of the lady by my left, my fingers pinched my temples in distress. That’s it, I’m leaving. I took a last sip of vodka from my glass, adjusting to a side about standing when my eyes caught on something. More like someone. Her dark glossy thigh-length gown hug tightly on her body, groping her breasts to show a decent amount of promising skin and cleavage. She had little make up and seemed vulnerable. I watched her turn in faltering steps then steady her movement and guessed she was drunk. The full glass on her hand held high to her face was enough to testify.

Her throat steadily went up and down slowly as she gulped down the contents without taking a pause. My attention was drawn to the movement of her throat, the head it could give will be epic.

My lips parted giving way for my tongue to slip out and play with my upper lip. The effect of her gobble gave a throbbing heat below. With a last gulp, her fingers spread wide, crashing the glass. Kay, that wasn’t allowed, but I was intrigued by her freeness rather than the purposely release. She turned, granting me with an easy gaze at the small tenderness of her bare back. The dress was fitted behind her neck with a spaghetti linen, showing as much to her waist, where the opening ended. Looking at her perfectly shaped butt I smiled. First thing to bless my eyes all night. Her dress had a small slit at the side revealing more thighs than already seen. My eyes gleamed, halting my words in my throat as he image of what lay behind that outfit taunted me. I want to get that off.

I don’t know if it was the sudden change in the music or the dirtiness of my mind but her hips swayed in a way like it was begging to be railed as she sat on one of the stools by the bar counter, gracefully shooting her bums out and resting her hands on the counter. She said something to the bartender and he brought a bottle of beer then filled a glass cup with it. Her hands made a movement on the counter, she took it off and it was replaced by the bartender's hands with a smile. He left after taking it.

God, was she beautiful, I thought watching her as a lion would to his prey.

With another turn, her back was to me. I trailed the direction of her turn with my eyes to the dancefloor. Strippers were putting on a show to the calm music which her body rhythmically danced to.

A few people left the counter of the bar leaving two seats by her side empty and my eyes beamed with excitement.

This is where I make my move. I want her, not just in a dress, but under my sheets.

“Ladies, if you’d excuse me.” I said politely to the women at my sides adoring the goddess in a black dress in front of me. They parted giving me space to leave which was very much appreciated.

“Cosmopolitan.” I said suavely to the bar tender who gave a surprised look in return, this wasn’t my usual spot but it’ll have to suffice for the time being.

He made a weird gesture then walked away and I sat. She turned her focus to me, with a blink, it was diverted with another sip of her - whatever beer she took- my eyes swayed to the expertly way her tongue sucked on brim before coming off.

I was two chairs away but her movement made my body respond in a way that was new to me. I was hard, but did I expect less staring at a sultry model?